You’d think I’d be a dab hand at guessing the scale of baby clothes by now, but it seems that I’ve forgotten quite how tiny babies are. It took me two attempts to get this started, and in the end I had the trust the measurements on the pattern and adjust my gauge accordingly. But it was a pleasure from start to finish, knitting this little number. And once underway, it fairly flew off my needles at a rate that my own children’s knitwear no longer does. Five inches per arm, I tell you. Even Ilse’s latest cardigan feels enormous in comparison.
Quite apart from the speed, though, I wanted to make a present for a friend as she sets out on her own adventures in motherhood. A little something to keep her firstborn warm through February and March, and into April too. You see, lovely Mrs Eve is expecting an arrival any day now, and we are all very excited. It’s one thing, knitting or sewing a garment and imagining all the expeditions and discoveries a child might make in it. But knitting for a yet-to-arrive baby? Well, they could turn out to be anyone, and perform any number of ordinary and extraordinary feats.
Still, knowing Mr and Mrs Eve, I felt confident that this little cardigan would suit. Cosy round the neck, with snug cuffs and an I’m just off to the library air, I hope he or she will like it. More than that though, and much, much more importantly, I hope all goes smoothly with the little one’s arrival. I’m so looking forward to meeting Mrs-Eve-the-mummy, with an oh so tiny baby in her arms.— February 2, 1932